There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content;There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament;There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths Where highways never ran,But let me live by the side of the road, And be a friend to man. Sam Walter FossHouse by the Side of the Road.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by;They are good, they are bad; they are weak, they are strong. Wise, foolish.so am I;Then why should I sit in the scorners seat, Or hurl the cynics ban?Let me live in my house by the side of the road, And be a friend to man. Sam Walter FossHouse by the Side of the Road.

He kept no Christmas-house for once a yeere,Each day his boards were fild with Lordly fare:He fed a rout of yeoman with his cheer,Nor was his bread and beefe kept in with care;His wine and beere to strangers were not spare,And yet beside to all that hunger greved,His gates were ope, and they were there relived. Robert GreeneA Maidens Dream. L. 232.

Axylos, Teuthranoss son that dwelt in stablished Arisbe; a man of substance dear to his fellows; for his dwelling was by the road-side and he entertained all men. HomerIliad. Bk. VI. L. 12. Langs Trans.

Hospes nullus tam in amici hospitium diverti potest,Quin ubi triduum continuum fuerit jam odiosus siet. No one can be so welcome a guest that he will not become an annoyance when he has stayed three continuous days in a friends house. PlautusMiles Gloriosus. III. 3. 12.

The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride;The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside;The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend;This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend. Henry Van DykeInscription for a Friends House.